Come over, I'm making gumbo

Thirty-three, I grew up in Jackson, I cook like my grandmother taught me, and I'm looking for someone who appreciates a woman who can feed a family of twelve without breaking a sweat. I'm single because I was in a relationship with a man who didn't come home most nights and I got tired of eating alone. I want someone who comes home. Someone who'll sit at my table and actually be present. I make a gumbo that takes two days and it's worth every minute. I'm generous, I'm warm, I forgive too easily and I'm working on that. I want a man who doesn't mistake kindness for weakness.